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Critias sat a short distance away from the dragon-god and started honing his sword, working on a slightly dulled edge. After a short while, he stopped and looked at the god. “What brings you here, if I may ask?”

He struggles to hang onto the ring as the god writhes in the air, the golden “blood” staining his fingers. His heart is heavy knowing he’s causing Osiris so much pain, but he knows if he does nothing, the ring will just hurt Osiris more. 

“I’m sorry, Osiris!” he cries, tears stinging at his eyes, “I will stop this, I will! Please just hang on!” 

Planting his feet as firmly as he can manage on Osiris’s dark underbelly, he musters up every last bit of strength he can manage to tug at the Millennium Ring, shouting out his anguish and hatred of the damned ring. It’s ruined so many lives, he’s not about to let it ruin Osiris’s, life too. 

He can feel the ring’s dark power burning his palms, snaking up his arms. It’s unbearable, but he fights all the same. With one last furious scream and mighty pull, he tears the ring out of the dragon’s body, crashing into the ground, the golden ring clasped in his trembling hands.

     Thunder and lightning rises in the god’s maw, pain overpowering its senses ( whether they be thoughts pushed onto it from the Ring or its own attempts at reasoning ), and Osiris screeches, arching its neck back as though to blast the nearest thing — or maybe the furthest thing, up into the sky, it’s hard to know because it never comes to pass.

     Soul-gold tears free of its scales and Osiris rears back, an eagle’s scream splitting the air as the god beats its wings, battle-honed reactions demanding that it get as far away from the source of the injury as possible — and so its wings stir up a windstorm as it rises into the air, wrenching itself away. But even this is enough; its thoughts are only its own, now, and the dragon ignores the gaping wound in its heavenly scales in favor of rising into the sky, the coalescing storm pouring rain upon it.

But it was not just his courage that led the master mage to follow him — perhaps even blindly — to this advanced world, even with the notion that he would once return to rest. No, Seker had his own reasons to follow the ancient king, but he kept that to himself for now. Instead, he watched as the divine dragon eased down further. He could see him better now, and even up close, Osiris was a sight to behold.

But then again, it is not every day he stands before a god.

“How long have you been asleep?” he asks, then, curious. Could it be that the god knew little of this world? His brows knit together as he studied the fiery red divinity before him. Did the three gods sleep when not in use by their king? 

     “ { Too long, } ” is the response — the dragon almost sounds wry. “ { For eras, the gods have only stepped into this realm when called upon. Let the mortals decide the fate of their world. For those worthy, we aid. But even in times without a chosen soul, hearts act swiftly in their limited lives. It is only recently, with release from the oldest laws, that I look beyond the battlefield. } ”

Adventuring – at least that’s what she liked to call it. It sounded a lot better than “sneaking out” as Ebon liked to call it. While that did hold a bit of truth to it, in her defense, she was getting antsy from [acting like she was] reading scrolls and spellbooks all day. That, and he probably would have thrown her out anyway when he got fed up with her pestering everyone five seconds. So today she was an adventurer, exploring the wonders of the other realm – also known as the park.   

She lets out a small yelp in surprise at the loud boom of thunder! She looks up at the dark clouds rolling in. It was sunny just seconds ago and suddenly… rain? Well. At least, over there…? Eyes widen in awe when she spots the silhouette of something hidden behind the clouds. Was that… a dragon…?! W-wow! 

The young mage runs towards the outline and straight into the storm, brushing wet bangs back with her fingers. She stops below the God, jumping up and down as she waves her arms, hopefully catching its attention. 

“Heeeeey, up there!”

     Wings arching to cut through the splattering rain, Osiris revels in the lightning that rolls over its scales. It senses someone’s approach but makes nothing of it, merely tearing through clouds with a certain amount of glee — after being released from a seemingly endless cycle of sleep-long-wake-short, it’s certainly not unreasonable for the dragon to take delight in a more peaceful form of entertainment.

     It’s not until the voice calls up to the god that Osiris bends its neck and peers at the figure down below, and with a beat of its wings swoops just a little closer to the other, rumbling a hello in response. The dragon does not shy its immense figure, letting its wings settle lazily in a half-extended form, catching just enough air to make staying aloft a mindless task. In the meantime, the god clicks static at her as if to ask her intentions or thoughts, whatever she finds suitable to share.

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     It must be an odd sight for those who recognize the small, reptile-like creature currently clinging to Yugi and shoving its forehead to his cheek. Osiris is not exactly scared, per se — difficult for it to be frightened when its true form is that of the divine dragon-god of thunder and lightning — but ‘unsettled’ might be the right word.

     An unhappy croon is Osiris’ response, before it pulls away just enough that it can start pacing, its movements stiff with tension. Nothing seems to be wrong outwardly, but the god is by nature ( as etched from creation ) attuned to the fabric of the realms and heavens. Something is happening. Something is wrong, and prickles nastily against the god’s scales, and had the god’s form any fur, it would’ve been bristling. As it stands, there is only a small rattle of scales and spikes when Osiris shakes itself, trying to dislodge the sense of something at the brink of danger.

     The god knows the tendencies of fate and coincidence, that something always beckons danger around certain points of the world. Hoping it would stay far, far away, Osiris eventually hisses at nothing before retreating back to Yugi, scrambling over to coil itself around his arm. It must seem quite distressed, tail lashing back and forth, but Osiris has taken up this position in the thought of protecting Yugi, rather than the other way around.

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【ϟ】 ‘Aw, c’mon! Rain again? Can’t the weather on this stupid island make up its mind and just chill out already!?’ Manjoume kept the thoughts to himself, walking out of the Academia’s main school building and toward the path that would lead him back to his dorm despite the building dark clouds above. A few claps of thunder were no big deal, he’d convinced himself, he’d be perfectly fine. Walking in the rain beat sticking around the prison that were these classrooms, anyway.

“…” Too bad his room in the the Osiris Red dorm was practically a ten mile hike from the main campus, though. With storm clouds that looked as vicious and ready to burst at any second like the ones over head now did, Manjoume would end up drowning before he was even half way there.

     It’s probably unsurprising that Osiris loves storms; the more lightning and thunder, the better. While the god hadn’t intended to start a storm here, it looks like one’s in the making anyway.

     The dragon decides to enjoy the storm while it’s here. With a thunderous rumble, Osiris descends past the heavy clouds, pulling its massive form in winding spirals towards the ground. Since this kind of storm usually drives everyone indoors, it’s surprised to see someone actually soldiering on despite the warning gusts and darkening skies. ( Odd, though; don’t most of the people here don one of the three colors of the gods? And the boy does seem to be going towards the building painted red... ) Osiris snorts, looping a final circle before planting its hind claws on the earth, a little ways off to the side of the mortal’s path.